I want to cry in the rain,
as loud as I can be,
until I run out of tears.
In the dark, on an empty street,
all I can hear is only the thunder,
smell nothing but the sense of the earth.
I want to cry in the rain,
as loud as I can be,
until I run out of tears.
In the dark, on an empty street,
where no-one will see,
until you come and find me.
~~Fiddler 01/17/2002
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